He feels an open summons and lets it grab him -
"Thanks for your time, Thiranvera," he says, writing it down with a note about the half a med course. Dismiss, dismiss, dismiss.
"All these angels probably think we're on Earth. Gravity's wrong for Mars or Luna."
Erase erase.
"Next?"
"Oh my god it's you!" exclaims the next angel (female, bronzewing pigeon feathers, bedecked in jewelry) - to Cam.
"Oh my god!" echoes Cam. "It's you! How long ago did you die? I worried about you! There were loopholes -"
"Oh my god," giggles bronzewing-pigeon angel. "He's letting you talk, oh my god, you can talk. Hi!"
"I totally did get instructions off the internet but don't worry I didn't get murdered switching demons, I just, there was this guy, he was a human - actually we got married later! I lived to be sixty-eight and then, surprise."
"Oh, good for you, I'm glad you were okay. How's Heaven treating you?"
"It's okay but - okay, actually, I'm taking summons because I want to talk to my granddaughter, is there anything I can do for - sorry, summoner. Hi, summoner. Can I get extranet access for a little bit to talk to her? What do you need?"
"Er," says Cam.
"Unfortunately," says Miles, "we're kind of in the wrong universe. Sorry. Would if I could."
"A completely unrelated mortal world," says Cam, "only just recently discovered daeva. They don't seem to funnel into the concordant worlds, but they can summon and un-summon just fine. So you're going to want to go home and try to catch a summon back to the usual mortal world if you're looking for your granddaughter."
"Oh."
"Hey, you never told me your name. Can I stop referring to you as, erm..."
"Oh. Sorry, yeah, uh, it's Rachel."
"Good to hear from you. Write me a letter sometime, don't even bother sending it through Fairyland, considering -"
"Yeah, sure. Hey, it's nice to see you've got a cushy summon going."
"Very cushy."
"Good for you. Uh, bye, I guess."
Dismiss, dismiss, dismiss.
"I was not expecting that. For one thing I'd've guessed she'd be a fairy, suppose that's one point against my predictive powers."
"Well, when I made her house, the first time she summoned me, it was a media list. She didn't invite me to have my demonic way with her until after she'd gotten a look at me."
Miles is only too happy to abandon this line of conversation in favour of the next summon. How did he think saying that was a good idea? He didn't think at all, is how. At least he is pretty sure he's still managing not to blush.
The next angel is male, does not recognize Cam, looks racistly at Cam, and favors white - wings and outfit and hair all. "Summoner."
"Hello," he says. "I'm conducting interviews. Are you interested in either of the following: being a general angelic assistant to this demon, or doing medical angeling in a local hospital a few weeks from now?"
"That was really an excessively long pause," he comments as he goes to finish this one.
She blinks at Cam. "That's unusual!" she says. "Hello!"
"Hello," says Miles. This one gives him hope. "How do you feel about working with demons?"